Tannishblog

While I froth over the Abramoff story, I just can’t get worked up over Judge Alito. I’m not yawning, here, I’m like the guy strapped to a chair watching Oprah reruns for a fortnight… Dazed senseless, only his pulse shows life. And so it is with this whole telethon.

Every Night I get tough worded emails on how the Dems of this group or that group are going to splatter the walls with judicial chutney. Three times in these correspondences are links to facilitate donations to the group du jour. When I read the transcripts, the ever-so-polite snippets, I hear a weakness that belies the tough words: I’m glad I resisted donating.

I’m not convinced of the left handed rhetoric. John Bolton gave me the willies, but Sam Alito, admittedly right-minded, is no devil. No: For the Democrats to rally against him is to throw paper into a hurricane. He is at worst a small representation of a larger ill, one that is curing itself without foam-flecked Democratic resistance, one that proves that a model of extremism cannot remain sustainable as a function of government within even as faulty republic as ours.

Tom DeLay would agree, that is if he was the kind of person given to self-reflection and soul searching. Never mind.

Even the Great White Newt (Gingrich) is warning, to a few unfortunates, of the dangers of excess. He should know.

I predict when the spaghetti settles, Samuel Alito will be appointed. There’s just not enough public support or enough logic against this. Once again my party-of-choice will wake up with its bum in the breeze looking foolish.

Now that really emits a sigh. (SIGH)